Tag: flash fiction

A different future

“We need to act now. For too long now, we’ve talked about saving our planet without doing anything about it.”

Jane had had enough. Her teacher had vouched that the documentary was worthy of her while. It wasn’t. It was just a rant about ancient humans. She sighed. Things had changed now.

Factories were organic now. They manufactured oxygen for trees and people. Vegan pills were meals, fruits superfoods, and meat non-existent. The weather remained temperate, ice solid, and volcanos dormant. For once, the air was clean and so were governments.

Life in 3017 was much different from life in 2017. Promising?

Needs and wants

She loved it so much that she didn’t think she’d survive without it. She always carried it around. Within months, it had become critical to her stance and existence. She now wondered how she had managed to live without it all along.

She watched her friend try it. It wasn’t the same. It never was on someone else. And yet, all of her friends insisted on borrowing her jacket. Wind cheater, jacket, sweater, overcoat—whatever she wanted, the blue coat transformed into. Except, she lived in South India and didn’t need a winter jacket made from wool and fur.

Spiritualism

spiritualism

He had gone into another trance. All around him men, women, and even children gaped open mouthed at the great guru who could conjure the spirits at will. He seldom speaks living in seclusion, but has never failed to deliver promises.

If you trust in his powers, dedicate yourself to his practises, and donate your wealth to his organisation, he’d meditate, levitate, and then alleviate all of your life’s problems. His brochures and claims are too good to miss. For the last five years, he’d been persuading super beings to serve him. Before that, he served at the county prison.

Aloneness

Leaving the glass building, Daniel had had enough. After nine hours of working with people of varied heights and styles, he was drained of energy. He burned up in his leather suit and burned out at work. He needed a retreat.

Loosening his tie, he sat with his laptop and a bottle of wine. He hunted destinations far from the corporate porthole called life. Pinning a comfortable cottage in North Canada, he set off on his solo adventure.

Happy away from small talk, he spotted a solitary reaper in the lush Canadian valley.

He wondered, Should I chat with her?